"I am damn sure that I am having all those desolate bumps all over my head! I am not so scared about it but I am scared I would loose myself too soon. " She narrated everything from her mind to Jill.
" Yeah sure! But maybe you need some humans around you. Some intellectual people...", Jill retorted.
"What do you mean? Ughh." She was all back to her senses looking around the benches and the park.
" Means you don't need a therapist, you need a Therapy! A practical Therapy." She paused. " Spiritual", she looked towards her who was looking at a kid playing nearby with a blue t-shirt on.
"I think you need to be spiritual. Deeply spiritual." Her voice was low.
" What do you mean dear Jill? You mean I should go back to him with regrets. This is not to be deeply spiritual!" She looked into her eyes harshly. " Please don't underestimate the meaning of spiritual. Mavi! Spirits are love..."
"Love love love!! It's hell. I am fed up!", she cut off her sentence.
Jill put her arms around her shoulders in a moment. " Ok. Relax. We are not going to talk about this again. Get up Mavi. I have something to show you! " Mavi looked up with her wide brown eyes giving an accent of South Asia, deeply devoted with grief, love, sorrow, and ecstasy hidden somewhere. Dark brown eyes were a hidden secret of her background. Her father was a Turkish from Izmir. She had never known about her mother except that she had left her father. Sometimes a feeling of suspicion used to grow in her to know about her but no-one is interested about knowing who leaves forever.
Both were walking around the streets, Jill knew but Mavi didn't know where they were going. She was looking with a unique perception of her eyes around the same streets where the life was as busy as she was looking for peace. By the main Street, a lane sperated to aside with a narrow end. They turned where the number of people were less. A narrow Çarşı was there but with beautiful stalls all around.
" It's different." Mavi whispered. Jill looked at her for a while and then looked ahead. They walked for a more while looking at the shops of carpets, traditional pieces, clothes, and carts of old used things. Leading Jill, they came up to a group of People standing outside a wide shop. They were standing around a cart of cards. They were playing cards. Jill ignored them and stepped into the the shop but Mavi... She was totally fascinated by them. A very handsome lad with pakhtun shades looked at her for a while.
" Mavi! Come on! Come inside." Jill yelled from inside. Suddenly Mavi came out of the trauma and stepped inside. The boy kept playing.
